My heart is sand and Orion's cruel tide has washed it away from me, scattered it, lost it.
Tides do what tides do–they turn.
Sometimes when we're incensed by the rancid tide of injustice, the impulse is to attack. We must avoid this. We have learned that violence as a means is always unsuccessful.
For years I have endeavored to calm an impetuous tide -- laboring to make my feelings take an orderly course -- it was striving against the stream.
Truth alone will endure, all the rest will be swept away before the tide of time.
Mrs. Gautier, I hear there are places online where you can sell children for a good price. Nick is still young enough, he should fetch enough to tide you over for a bit. ” – Rosa
I think -- tide turning -- see, as I remember -- I was raised in the desert, but tides kind of -- it's easy to see a tide turn -- did I say those words?
Now shall I become a common tale, A ruin'd fragment of a worn-out world; Unchanging record of unceasing change. Eternal landmark to the tide of time. Swift generations, that forget each other, Shall still keep up the memory of my shame Till I am grown an unbelieved fable.
I've always wanted to push myself and move with the tide. That's just how I am and it's worked for me.
Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.
Always the edge of the sea remains an elusive and indefinable boundary. The shore has a dual nature, changing with the swing of the tides, belonging now to the land, now to the sea.
The power of mass intention may ultimately be the force that shifts the tide toward repair and renewal of the planet.
The Paphian Queen to Cnidos made repair Across the tide to see her image there: Then looking up and round the prospect wide, When did Praxiteles see me thus? she cried.
Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.
We live in a mystery. Our lives have flowed from exploding stars, from tides of time and gravity beyond our ken.
Once you get into this great stream of history you can't get out. You can drown. Or you can be pulled ashore by the tide. But it is awfully hard to get out when you are in the middle of the stream -- if it is intended that you stay there.
When I go to the beach, even the tide won't come in.
The great tides and currents which engulf the rest of men do not turn aside in their course and pass the judges by.
Just keep plugging ahead with your idea because the tide turns quickly.
Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.
